tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post1376793367452925708..comments2024-03-01T00:32:17.498-05:00Comments on Read Write Believe: Poetry Friday: A Love Song by William Carlos WilliamsSarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12225998457253574928noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-22965432755244258722010-02-21T21:20:47.568-05:002010-02-21T21:20:47.568-05:00i think the yellow isn't related so much with ...i think the yellow isn't related so much with love but with autumn. and the author is relating the beauty of his love to the beauty of he leaves changing to yellow at autumn.Alex Hhttp://alex-and-dria.tumblr.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-35764022201126436622009-02-12T06:58:00.000-05:002009-02-12T06:58:00.000-05:00See me!My hair is dripping with nectar—Starlings c...See me!<BR/>My hair is dripping with nectar—<BR/>Starlings carry it<BR/>On their black wings.<BR/><BR/>OH! I am in love with this poem. Thanks, Sara.laurasalashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13807781795919555208noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-7138835443382901932009-02-09T05:42:00.000-05:002009-02-09T05:42:00.000-05:00Hi friend.. Interesting post.. Do visit my blog an...Hi friend.. Interesting post.. Do visit my blog and post your comments.. Take care mate.. Cheers!!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-28674100818756617932009-02-07T16:41:00.000-05:002009-02-07T16:41:00.000-05:00I am in love with that poem! That's not one of his...I am in love with that poem! That's not one of his that I've ever read before--thanks for opening my eyes.Sarah Stevensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16534942492714970282noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-72053299739820442602009-02-07T05:45:00.000-05:002009-02-07T05:45:00.000-05:00I'm with Kelly, the yellow was an unexpected color...I'm with Kelly, the yellow was an unexpected color for love. I associate yellow with loss, but maybe that's part of the point? Part of the pain of love?Mary Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-26593805814703814842009-02-07T02:46:00.000-05:002009-02-07T02:46:00.000-05:00I invite you to visit my blog. you can find my las...I invite you to visit my blog. you can find my last works of art at:<BR/> <BR/>www.claudiotomassini.blogspot.com<BR/> <BR/>yours Claudio TomassiniClaudio Tomassinihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11638492237183637193noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-70191425316461533242009-02-06T17:30:00.000-05:002009-02-06T17:30:00.000-05:00That was interesting imagery. You don't usually a...That was interesting imagery. You don't usually associate yellow with love...I usually think of red, pink. Great one!Kelly Polarkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10968381456100611120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-80900231901345166842009-02-06T16:14:00.000-05:002009-02-06T16:14:00.000-05:00Powerful.The stain of love....hmmm.Powerful.<BR/>The stain of love....hmmm.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16636018978692280499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-78717473881992219242009-02-06T15:45:00.000-05:002009-02-06T15:45:00.000-05:00Oh how I love him! His gift is supreme and I am ...Oh how I love him! His gift is supreme and I am feeling the love now! Thanks for pulling out that gem.Elise Murphyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14205799699628024211noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-38493619874952927372009-02-06T13:33:00.000-05:002009-02-06T13:33:00.000-05:00This one's new to me, too. Very heady stuff. Thank...This one's new to me, too. Very heady stuff. Thanks!jamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07859083373087448194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-67787451316588838572009-02-06T12:25:00.000-05:002009-02-06T12:25:00.000-05:00"The weight of love/ Has buoyed me up/ Till my hea..."The weight of love/ Has buoyed me up/ Till my head/ Knocks against the sky." This line has me thinking how, in a long relationship, that heady feeling can rush up on you unexpected. Thanks!Author Amokhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13636391982938592789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-54488458610769030212009-02-06T11:43:00.000-05:002009-02-06T11:43:00.000-05:00*swoon*What a languorous, lovely, sensual poem.*swoon*<BR/><BR/>What a languorous, lovely, sensual poem.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-70249216202072460072009-02-06T11:21:00.000-05:002009-02-06T11:21:00.000-05:00What a wistful lament! Honey is the perfect image...What a wistful lament! Honey is the perfect image for this heavy stickiness.Andromeda Jazmonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12355192738014962965noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-75861534835787480722009-02-06T10:45:00.000-05:002009-02-06T10:45:00.000-05:00That's terrifically evocative. It smacks of that s...That's terrifically evocative. It smacks of that severe In Love stage, what with the honey spoiling the colors of the world and the "stains" and absence of light -- that stage when intensity rules. <BR/><BR/>I'd never read that before. Thank you.Jules at 7-Imphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14439756778611468303noreply@blogger.com